Post by leoncorella on Jan 17, 2010 19:52:12 GMT -7
[Before the camera he stands as he has many times, Leon Corella, positioned with his head ducked down and his right shoulder towards the camera, that DCWL Grand Championship gleaming brilliantly upon it. We find him sporting a black leather motorcycle jacket, a black t-shirt sporting gold tribal designs, light tan cargo pants, and dark brown Timberland boots. Though clean shaven with the excepiton of those side burns, his hair is a bit dishevelled, and dark rings could be seen under his closed eyes. Behind him is the customary, backlit, DCWL banner.]
Corella- ...I'm tired...
[...Slowly his head lifts, and his eyes open, but he doesn't bring those ice blue eyes to bare upon the camera, choosing instead to gaze in no particular direction...]
...So very tired...
[...He pauses to take in a deep breath, followed by a long exhale...]
...I'm Tired of excusing myself, tired of saying I'm sorry, and I'm tired of you, Big Mike Foyer...
[...Finally he looks to the camera, his face rigid and hard, his jaw set. One could see a cold rage burning in his eyes...]
...There is a line that no one should ever cross. Even at my worst, I never crossed that line, Mike. I've broken bodies, played with people's emotions, and at my worst, betrayed friendships and alliances. The one thing I never did, however, was f**k with a man's family. I always brought the fight directly to the source of my troubles.
What happened to you Mike? You used to be a Man's man... the kind of guy that stood tall and said "F**k you and the horse you rode in on!" Before You'd have demanded to face me in the ring, and we'd have just beat the living hell out of each other until one of us stopped moving.
but now...?
[...Leon let that hang for the briefest of moments...]
...You keep harping on and on about how I ruined your life. Let's take a look at it shall we? A really hard look. You were injured and out of the running for roughly a year and a half. When you did get fully recovered, you hit the indy wrestling scene in Texas and judging by a few DVD's I rented, it didn't take you long to regain your step at all. Your family was supportive of you the entire time. I know the medical bills were a big hit to your wallet, but you didn't go broke. I'd say your life and your career were far from ruined.
[...He made a sweeping gesture with his hand...]
...So let's see how the karmic balance works out...
[...Held out at his sides, his hands now mimic a scale, he lowers his right hand, and raises his left...]
...Cracked Skull and Shattered Ankle from almost two years ago...
[...He then raised the right hand and lowered the left...]
...versus Ruining a man's family life, getting him disowned by his legendary grandfather, and trying to actually destroy his freshly resurrected career... Hmmm...
[...His hands now wildly teeter up and down in opposing directions for a brief second before dropping down to his sides...]
...Gee Mike, it's starting to get awfully tough to balance this equation out. You know what though? I don't even think I care very much who is right and who is wrong anymore. I don't think the fans care all that much either to be honest.
[Leon shifts that title belt on his shoulder, straightening his posture a bit...]
What happened to you was bad, but that was the past. All the people care about is what's happening in the here and now. I'm pretty sure the people see it exactly the same way that I do....
[...Shifting his stance, Leon now completely faces the camera, no longer looking on from a sideward gaze...]
...I no longer see you as a victim of my past crimes, I see you instead as a petty, vindictive piece of sh*t who isn't man enough to bring the fight directly to me, instead attacking me through my family. Mike, when we meet in the ring, I promise you that you aren't getting the man that beat Julian Beckson for this championship on my shoulder. You will not recieve one shred of respect, decency, or compassion in that ring...
[...Leon's brow furrows and his head dips forward ever so slightly. His appearence gains a more feral, almost beast like posturing that gives him an almost frightening appearence born either from long hours of practice in a mirror or from the natural tendancies of a natural psychopath...]
...You like paraphrasing movie qoutes, so here's a qoute from me to you-
I'll stare you in the face as you scream to God, and I'll laugh harder when you whimper like a baby. And when your eyes go dead, the hell I send you to will seem like heaven after what I've done to you...
[...The scene slowly fades to black, the camera zooming in on those ice blue eyes that seem filled with murder and hate...]
Corella- ...I'm tired...
[...Slowly his head lifts, and his eyes open, but he doesn't bring those ice blue eyes to bare upon the camera, choosing instead to gaze in no particular direction...]
...So very tired...
[...He pauses to take in a deep breath, followed by a long exhale...]
...I'm Tired of excusing myself, tired of saying I'm sorry, and I'm tired of you, Big Mike Foyer...
[...Finally he looks to the camera, his face rigid and hard, his jaw set. One could see a cold rage burning in his eyes...]
...There is a line that no one should ever cross. Even at my worst, I never crossed that line, Mike. I've broken bodies, played with people's emotions, and at my worst, betrayed friendships and alliances. The one thing I never did, however, was f**k with a man's family. I always brought the fight directly to the source of my troubles.
What happened to you Mike? You used to be a Man's man... the kind of guy that stood tall and said "F**k you and the horse you rode in on!" Before You'd have demanded to face me in the ring, and we'd have just beat the living hell out of each other until one of us stopped moving.
but now...?
[...Leon let that hang for the briefest of moments...]
...You keep harping on and on about how I ruined your life. Let's take a look at it shall we? A really hard look. You were injured and out of the running for roughly a year and a half. When you did get fully recovered, you hit the indy wrestling scene in Texas and judging by a few DVD's I rented, it didn't take you long to regain your step at all. Your family was supportive of you the entire time. I know the medical bills were a big hit to your wallet, but you didn't go broke. I'd say your life and your career were far from ruined.
[...He made a sweeping gesture with his hand...]
...So let's see how the karmic balance works out...
[...Held out at his sides, his hands now mimic a scale, he lowers his right hand, and raises his left...]
...Cracked Skull and Shattered Ankle from almost two years ago...
[...He then raised the right hand and lowered the left...]
...versus Ruining a man's family life, getting him disowned by his legendary grandfather, and trying to actually destroy his freshly resurrected career... Hmmm...
[...His hands now wildly teeter up and down in opposing directions for a brief second before dropping down to his sides...]
...Gee Mike, it's starting to get awfully tough to balance this equation out. You know what though? I don't even think I care very much who is right and who is wrong anymore. I don't think the fans care all that much either to be honest.
[Leon shifts that title belt on his shoulder, straightening his posture a bit...]
What happened to you was bad, but that was the past. All the people care about is what's happening in the here and now. I'm pretty sure the people see it exactly the same way that I do....
[...Shifting his stance, Leon now completely faces the camera, no longer looking on from a sideward gaze...]
...I no longer see you as a victim of my past crimes, I see you instead as a petty, vindictive piece of sh*t who isn't man enough to bring the fight directly to me, instead attacking me through my family. Mike, when we meet in the ring, I promise you that you aren't getting the man that beat Julian Beckson for this championship on my shoulder. You will not recieve one shred of respect, decency, or compassion in that ring...
[...Leon's brow furrows and his head dips forward ever so slightly. His appearence gains a more feral, almost beast like posturing that gives him an almost frightening appearence born either from long hours of practice in a mirror or from the natural tendancies of a natural psychopath...]
...You like paraphrasing movie qoutes, so here's a qoute from me to you-
I'll stare you in the face as you scream to God, and I'll laugh harder when you whimper like a baby. And when your eyes go dead, the hell I send you to will seem like heaven after what I've done to you...
[...The scene slowly fades to black, the camera zooming in on those ice blue eyes that seem filled with murder and hate...]
